Complex Robotics

Senses

Chapter Five: Senses

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Sunstreaker? But isn't that Sideswipe's twin brother? I stared at the dashboard, not sure how to respond.

"I...I can feel him again!" Sideswipe said through the radio, relief and joy evident in his voice, "I can feel the bond!"

"What does this mean?" I asked.

"It means I got to find him!" He replied, the Corvette's engine revved eagerly.

"Yeah, but...didn't you say you're navigational system was screwed up? How are you going to find him?" I asked.

The engine seemed to let out a low grumble, "I don't care. I'll find him no matter what."

"Wait...you mean now? Like, you're going to start looking for him now?" I asked, uneasiness brewing in the pit of my stomach as I felt the Sideswipe speed up darting in-between the streets now filled with cars. 

We were now in Kennewick, I remembered the buildings from when we'd pass by on our many vacations, but it didn't make me feel any less nervous. Sideswipe must've noticed, because his radio crackled on again.

"What's wrong?"

I stared out the window at the sky, the sun now setting, barely visible behind the tree silhouettes. Sighing, I turned back to the dashboard, "It's getting late...and I really don't want to go through another interrogation with my mom, I'm still not off the hook for the late arrival and shredded clothes."

He sighed a metallic noise, a warm gust of air coming through his vents which sent a shiver down my body. I bit my lip.

"Alright, I'll take you home then." He finally said, and the silver Corvette swiftly did a U-turn that I'm sure was completely illegal before driving back down the road, angry horns of drivers around us blasted, along with a few cursed words. I rolled up the window all the way, watching him tint it so much that I could barely see anything outside.I crossed my arms, narrowing my eyes at the dashboard as a metallic snicker came from the radio.

"You're an inciter."

"Why, thank you." The radio chuckled.

"It wasn't a compliment."

"And you're a schlemiel." He retorted.

I glared at the dashboard, "No I'm not."

"Oh yeah? Half the time you were screaming when I had to fight those Cons."

"Well, let's see why," I said, drumming my fingers against my chin, "Maybe it's because they were huge-ass robots with giant guns and weapons, sharp claws, and creepy red eyes? Oh. And let's not forget one of them tried to kill me." I then nodded, "Yeah, it sounds pretty reasonable to me to be screaming."

Sideswipe snorted, but said nothing else and I was relieved for the moment of silence. I leaned back in the seats, for an old car, the interior was pretty nice. I sighed softly, smiling when I felt myself sink into the leather a little more, it felt so comfortable. Before I knew it, a long yawn came out of my mouth as I settled into the seat a little more, my head resting against the driver's window. I guess a few winks of sleep wouldn't hurt. No matter how psychotic it sounds, and trust me...it sounds crazy; but I actually did trust Sideswipe. At least to not kill me in my sleep. I shifted again, as the radio crackled again, but this time a familiar song drifted from the radio. It was "We are in love" by Cidersky.